One day I was laying in bed, shortly after we had welcomed our first baby girl into this world thinking about faith, religion, and where my family stood with all these things.
When I was growing up my parents never took me to church. I had been a couple times with friends. Once to the Catholic church and then a few times to the LDS church, I was even going to be baptised LDS. I was told by my sister and stepfather that the LDS faith is all just a load of crap and made fun or me for the decision, so I decided not to join any faith. I pushed myself and my life away from anything having to do with religion. Anytime someone would mention going to church I would think to myself, here we go another Jesus freak, palease! This feeling was even more intense when my older sister chose to become LDS(yes even after she made fun of me when I was thinking about it) I have a feeling though she just did it to fit in with her friends and put on an image of pureness, little to my family's knowledge was she far from pure. After enduring many verbal beatings from my sister telling me how I was going to hell and that I was not a child of God I stepped even farther away from God. And never wanted to have anything to do with it. Until I had my daughter. I was always envious of people who had faith, it is something I have always wanted but I always thought it was impossible for me to receive. But I wanted my daughter to have that opportunity, I wanted her to have a choice between having faith or living without it. Little to my knowledge would this journey not only include my daughter but me, my husband, my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law. So here we are almost a year later about to be baptised and have our marriage blessed. What a whirl wind of coincidence, grace, and persuasion.
